The ancient Alchemy Cannon—a symbol of the Blood Race's ancient heritage and their last hope—was engulfed in cannon fire. It was blasted into the air along with the thick city wall, shattering into fragments that scattered across the sky.
The entire Grey Stone Bastion trembled violently under the assault, as if it could collapse at any moment.
"Argh!"
"Steady yourselves!"
The Blood Race on the walls staggered and swayed like drunkards, unable to keep their footing as they tumbled to the ground.
Rubble and dust rained down on their magnificent formalwear, leaving them looking utterly disheveled.
But they could no longer spare a thought for their noble image. They grabbed onto the crenellations and struggled back to their feet, staring blankly at the Earth Elemental Giant and the two black steel cannons below. Their hearts filled with boundless shock and terror, they were rendered speechless.
